WPC #322: Zombie Invasion (Aitsuji)

Title: This Zombie is a Terrorist

Concept: Terrorist dies and gets resurrected as a zombie, his aim now is to kill humans and spread his new religion - zombism.

Character: Ali

Plot outline: Zombie awakens to hear the true voice of god (zombie god) who tells him to spread the new religion of zombism as the prophet.

Draft:

"Ali…"

"Mm… Five more minutes, mom."

"Ali…" the voice called louder this time and despite the sleepiness, Ali could not shrug the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Did his mom have such a husky voice?

"ALIIIIIIIII–"

Snapping awake, the first thing Ali noticed was the taste of gravel in his mouth and the stench of rubbish surrounding him.

"What the–"

…

Yes, this was exactly what he remembered before his memory blanked out. He failed his mission. The group must no longer want him back. All his life he lived for God and now, there was nowhere to go to.

"Ali!"

"What?!" he yelled but there was nobody around. Spooked, the young terrorist blinked. Was that all his imagination?

"I'm here!"

Following the voice, Ali walked over to a dirty puddle of coffee. Surely not?

However, the face of something green and grotesque appeared and Ali knew at once this was not his imagination. He was poor at imagining.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The distorted figure in the spilt coffee puddle picked his nose with a finger and snorted. "I'm your God. You died and I decided to make you my prophet because the other guy was too lazy. You look smarter."

…

God?

"Allah, is that really you?"

Offended, the green figure bonked Ali using psychic powers to prove his existence.

"Do I look like Allah to you? No! I'm the zombie god! You're now my prophet and it is your job to spread Zombism. Just do the things you've been doing so far and you're good. I need you to convert ten humans into zombies before dinner or I'm going to make you study Math."

"No!!!" Ali cried. Math was his worst subject. However, he was happy. Even if this was not Allah, he was still not abandoned by God. In fact, he was happy to get promoted to a prophet.

That's right. He was supposed to kill the sunbathing ladies at the beach in Allah's name. However, his flammable suntan liquid failed to kill anyone. Instead, he got jumped by some purple chick with an orange boyfriend in the alley who stole his comfort drink from Starducks.

"Zombism was a personal religion that can only be spread using physical contact of some kind. You must spread the religion through human contact such as farts, coughs, blood or saliva," the zombie god shared and disappeared soon after, leaving Ali to choose his first ten victims.

"I hope this works," he groaned and started swallowing air. It might be uncomfortable to hold farts but if he could get onto a crowded train before releasing it, he might be able to finish work on time today.

"I can do this!"